My room’s shaped like a cage,
The sun puts his arm right through the window.
But I who wish to smoke and dream
Use it to light my cigarette.
I don’t want to work – I want to smoke.

– Apollinaire

Submitted by:
Malvika, who says “Here’s a beautiful one. Wish I could write like that!”

You can hear the poem being read out here.
You can read more about Apollinaire here, here, and here.
You can read more poems by him here, and about concrete poetry here and here.

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